Lyrics Stop Playin - Celly Ru, $tupid Young, Teejay3k

Stop Playin

Ay, lil nigga stop playing
Tell the motherfucking truth
You know you really ain’t gonna shoot
Why you acting like the man?
You don’t really got juice
Niggas lying in the booth
You ain’t out there with the gang
You ain’t out there with the crew
Nigga do it to look cute
You just do it for the fame
Real niggas don’t salute
Tell the motherfucking truth
Ay, I ain’t triggered off these hoes nigga I say the cake
Stupid Young turn on the fate, can’t name the date
Why these niggas acting like they riding with thangs and case
Nigga the biggest gun you ever saw was .38
We ride around tryna do a nigga dirty plates
Caught him coming at his house said 638
Fully automatic rounds, that’s the dirty cake
Disappear before the police came, shit was way too late
I don’t think they really know it, we been beefing
I don’t think they won’t beef, just sticking vegan
Ran up a bag, they blew a bag, anemics
In a hell cap, putting work on the demon
We gon get the score, fuck being even
When we slide, we gon make sure there ain’t nobody breathing
Baby Nate put it, use some cold season
All these niggas capping, they be lying for no reason
Stop playing
Tell the motherfucking truth
You know you really ain’t gonna shoot
Why you acting like the man?
You don’t really got juice
Niggas lying in the booth
You ain’t out there with the gang
You ain’t out there with the crew
Nigga do it to look cute
You just do it for the fame
Real niggas don’t salute
Tell the motherfucking truth
Ay, top shadow with a burner on my waist, same
Age, we ain’t grow up, why you throwing up my gang
Got it on me, if I pull it, I’mma shoot a nigga flame
Fuck this fame, think I’m playing, I’mma show you what I’m saying
Ay, roadrunner, freak a lil crazy, that’s a cold gunner
Smoke something, one of mines, going into a cold summer
Fo some peers, come and ask you, you don’t know nothing
Tell a cousin blood name, solid here you don’t gon fuck
Hunnet shots, come from 34 hunnet block
Fuck yo block, you can die, if you ain’t one of mine fuck yo lives
Spend along, I ain’t got it on me, lil homie pops
Stand over nigga still nick blick but it was only socks
Stop playing, you just rapping, you was not banging
Eyes closed, when that nigga shot, he was not aiming
I tap in with the Asians when I cap cater
Bought it in the morning and we finished it a block later
Lil nigga stop playing
Tell the motherfucking truth
You know you really ain’t gonna shoot
Why you acting like the man?
You don’t really got juice
Niggas lying in the booth
You ain’t out there with the gang
You ain’t out there with the crew
Nigga do it to look cute
You just do it for the fame
Real niggas don’t salute
Tell the motherfucking truth
Ay, you ain’t really with the shits
You ain’t no bust, you a bitch
You gon floss for a bizz
But you flawer than a bitch
Come on down for a hit
Put a hole through yo 'fit
From the south to the west, me and Young, we the best
Bitch I’m coming for yo head, ain’t no need for no vest
If I gotta pull up, then I’m leaving a mess
And before I hit that door, I gotta leave with my tec, ay
Fuck that other shit, I don’t get into that monyo
Pull that 4 on that tec, got me long gone
You a bitch, I know it when you told them
And I can’t fuck with you, nigga get your roll on
You ain’t get it from the dirt
If you scared, go to church, fuck around and get hurt (nigga)
Fuck around and get a merc
I ain’t put them on the shirt, I put them in the Earth
Lil nigga stop playing
Tell the motherfucking truth
You know you really ain’t gonna shoot
Why you acting like the man?
You don’t really got juice
Niggas lying in the booth
You ain’t out there with the gang
You ain’t out there with the crew
Nigga do it to look cute
You just do it for the fame
Real niggas don’t salute
Tell the motherfucking truth